The Psychological Crisis

The lights were always on.

No other person was more lost in thought than Les. From thinking about the new road that split the city in half to studying the cracks in the ground, from sitting in the dining table chair with the knees bent to the old games and places he had to forget. He likes to read and collect books. He likes the cold weather. He likes to smile, even when it is out of his control. He likes the feeling of music in his ears. He likes to stay away from crowds. And most of all, he likes to be alone.

And he's never felt more alone.